New Walks of Life

Death of the Fakes

When did it all go wrong?
I find myself asking that a lot
but I usually brush it off like it's nothing.
When I find you, I'll make you pay
for all the pain that you've caused.
This will not go unpunished.
I'm ascending the stairs of your office building,
I've go two tons of explosives ready to blow,
you're on the top floor, ironically.
I get to the top and open the door,
"Don't try to scream, your friends are dead."
I slam your face on your desk with your tie
and then pull your hair back till it rips,
"You remember me?" I smile.
and then, of course, you scream and yell
so I gag your mouth with a severed toe
and watch as it crunches and blood spills out.
Now gagging on blood and barely breathing,
I kick you in the chest and watch
as all the air leaves your lungs,
then I un gag you and let you drop.
"I'm not done with you yet."
I gouge your eyes out with two icepicks
and it brings me joy to watch you cry blood.
"Remember me now?" The whisper hits your ear.
You scream and cry for "someone, anyone"
but guess what? No one is coming to your side...
except for me, but not the way you want.
It didn't have to be this way
but you decided to betray me and act like it's nothing
and I've been getting sick of two-faced motherfuckers
always trying to ruin people's lives.
So I punch and I punch and I punch,
ever strike becoming more angry
until your face isn't identifiable anymore
and then...you stop screaming, you aren't able to,
all I hear if muffled moans
but don't worry, I'll give you some satisfaction yet.
I take out the detonator and put it by your face,
as your bruised and bloody eyes try to adjust
and you realize what is happening.'
The fear in your eyes is all that I need
to press down and send us both to hell.